Formatting Poems - Poems about Formatting

...Flamboyant swashes; flaming crimson, could be my face, as the flyswatter-hand could impress such lettering upon my cheek. so I severed the crescent-angel of my imagination, dashed my dreamy curs......

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... Writing poetry is my passion It always has been Right from my school days Back then, it was just a hobby Pursued after school time and study time Back then, I never dreamt of anything bigg......

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...Breath of Fresh Air She is a breath of fresh air The kind you don’t meet every day Her long and graceful fingers are filled with (bling) From the men who loved her before. She is the kind that......

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...restless contemplation girl sits on a swing her gaze fixed comely, resolute formatting future she pumps the air full swing propulsion leans back, legs outstretched long hair snakes the gr......

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...maybe I'm formatting and forgiving yet it's quite chilling this feeling, I'm feeling So gripping, this feeling When will He come I want to run Yet if I stay here I'll see Him with my own eye ......

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...Twenty teens relic of Poetry Soup Self richeously titled 'Destroyer' Pours gallons of gobblety goop Franchised vagueness purveyor Esteemed evaporates as steam Puffed vapours stutter once were ......

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...*****sapiens in earth to *****Martians in mars Helios’ children craved But only Gaia had life in her fate engraved With waters lashing oceans and tides And lushy green lands to live by the sides ......

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...A poet I was ‘Cause I wrote Words so nice Flowing lines Easy and clear Images that You could almost see Paint with words A world so dear Then I learned To my horror This is not What poe......

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...Linear highways with oblique life constructs sometimes permeable or literal pathways impartial tell takes of present pasts and future presents unknown unfolding counter pleasureyours mysterious unkn......

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...Blank is the paper for which I write I write with a pen no more You penned this well they say But all I see is a blank piece of paper In front of me My pen has plenty of ink to write Now they......

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...MY SOMEDAY PC Someday when I’ll lose all my fading imagination I’ll ask my PC to bring from the clipboard a poem for me. It’ll inscribe a sonnet on the splendor of the r......

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...As the dust settled The young hero was badly beaten and bruised. As she looked b......

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...VICKI ACQUAH·MONDAY, MAY 15, 2017 Blue skies are for lovers; Not for mourners, and mothers. I am searching the clouds. Any sign would relieve my mind. Needing the clouds, as weeds need the rai......

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...Imitation! Creative Compliment, Lacking in Originality, or Plagiarism? This week takes me back to college days. I was taking a graduate course (as a Physics major) in 'Modern Poets' at the Univ......

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...Fragile and vulnerable that moment when time began in God's mind memorialized and marked by human kind. Precious and wonderful that first shared loving heart breath of the creator ......

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